The Eagle (A poem inspired by Nelson Mandela)

How do you soar above the clouds?
Your body is tattered as if you have fought a great war,
Your glorious wings are damaged yet still you fly,
The wings that shield the forest down below.

Your eyes have the sun’s radiance,
Undying, unwilling to be put out,
They see through the illusive fog,
And show the way to your kingdom.

No soul,
Has ever flown so high ,
You inspire change,
See through the scorn of others,
Illuminate the sorrowful,
Black and white landscape,
That has tarnished life below.

Wind, why do you love him so?
Trapped inside an invisible barrier,
You still hold him up ,
Whisper in his ear,
And carry him across the world.





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